Learning is fun. The Viking Teacher.

I welcomed him.
"Welcome! I'll assist you with your computer profile, login, network access..."
"Spanish please." He told me.
"Mmm... You can talk Spanish with anyone else here, I don't have many good English speakers to talk to. I promise if I get stuck I'll switch to Spanish"
He smiles
"Oh! Ok, then."
As he increased his responsabilities, we had fewer talks, but he was somehow an English coach to me.

"Flamenco?"
The voice behind me. I turn and look at him.
"Yes, Paco de Lucía."

Paco was an inspiration in my youth.
Of coarse I can't play like him, but I didn't go too bad: Asturias, Torre Bermeja, Capricho Árabe were part of my repertoire. Too bad I am having problems with my earing now, maybe I'll be deaf like my grandfather.
When Paco died Fred gave me... a sort of condolence. "I heard the bad news from Sweden". 

Months later:
"I cannot avoid it, migration to Office 2013 is compulsive."
"You mean compulsory." 

He corrected me.
So I went to Oxford Dictionary.  Ok, he is right. Then I went to DRAE... I learned something of Spanish too.

Later he commented that his girlfriend used to write traslations on his notebook.
"English...?" I asked
"Japanese"
"Japanese!  Wakarimasen "
was my answer.  He was surprised and started to happily talk japanese.
"Stop please!" I told him  "Wakarimasen is the only word I remember from 'Shogun'..."
Wakarimaska, wakarimasen.
He laughted.
"Ah! Very good film."
then he corrected me the pronuntiation of the only japanese word I knew.
It was fun.
Learning is fun.

I couldn't talk to him as often as I'd like because of his increasing responsabilities as bussiness controller. But he was close enough to contact me directly any problem he could have. That's why I think my spanish boss (meaning, boss from Spain) missinterpreted him when he told me about a complain regarding to my job. Bossman tried to explain, I said ok but I still don't have any clue of what it could be. Later I was fired (no, no cause of that). Too late to ask the source, ha ha.